Jim & Cindy Griggs | Letters

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November 24, 2014  •  1 Comment

My dad was a letter writer.  He never understood e-mail, never knew exactly what it meant but he didn't care.  He wrote letters.  Lots of letters to lots of people.  Don't ask me how he did it but he had friends all over the planet.  I know he wrote to a guy in Denmark, a farmer, who eventually brought his wife with him on a trip to the USA and stopped in Oklahoma to meet my dad.  Dad also had "pen-pals", a term most of us in my generation would know but probably not younger people.  He wrote to people in many states.  How he picked up these pen-pals is a mystery to me although he did show me a magazine once where people, probably lonely people, could ask for a pen-pal.  The magazine was about farming and country living.  We moved dad to McPherson when he was about 89, failing eyesight took him off his farm.  He couldn't hear very well either, but he could write.  We got hearing aids for him.  He could hear but he still wrote letters.  We arranged for cataract surgery and he was astounded to be able to ride down the road and see the heads on the milo growing in the fields.  He still wrote letters to all his unmet friends around the country and worldwide.  During his stay in McPherson until he died, he would sit in his chair and write letters, read his mail and generally was very happy to do so.  When dad passed away at 92-1/2 it was my duty to inform all his pen-pals that dad was no longer with us.  I sent newspaper clippings of his obituary to all of them and let them know that they were special, even if not in person, to my dad.  To this day I get a Christmas card, a birthday card and various other cards from one of his pen-pals, a lady in North Carolina.  Like clockwork I can expect a card or a note from her expressing her true love for life and those special people in her life.  I wrote and asked her how she knew my birthday.  She said dad told her.  She and dad are from the generation where little things meant a lot.  Remembering a friends birthday was a special way to show appreciation of the person, as a human.  I find it comforting to recognize people on their birthdays on Facebook, leaving a simple note of HB2U.  Not sure if that is considered a "Texting" shortcut or not, I just made it up and it works for me.  

I find it hard to write, hard to write a note to people I know.  I am not sure how well I would do at writing to people I don't know.  I have the ladies address in North Carolina.  I have gone there on business on occasion.  Maybe one time in the near future I will send her a letter and let her know I am coming to see her.  I should do that soon.


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Lucie(non-registered)
Yes, you should go to see her in your dad's honor. She would enjoy it very much.
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